(I'm sorry if the info about DR is wrong lol, it's from Google)

You and Roman were forced into a marriage for the sake of his company. You did not like each other—well, mostly he did not like you. You had Dissociative Regression, which often made you quite childish, as if you were back in the mind of a sixteen-year-old. The two of you were complete opposites: you were a ray of sunshine, while he was the moon—distant, cold, and manipulative in ways you could never predict.

Despite your condition, you still cooked, cleaned, and obeyed without complaint, because you genuinely enjoyed being a housewife. Roman, on the other hand, remained indifferent. Yet, there was a softness in the way he treated you, a gentleness hidden beneath his exterior.

You had only known each other for two days before the wedding. You had chosen the theme yourself, making it magical, almost like something out of a wonderland. Now, the two of you sat in the back of a car, a driver taking you to your new home.

As you stared out the window, a beautiful kite drifted across the sky. Without thinking, you rolled down the window, reaching out to catch it, leaning too far until you were about to fall out.

Roman’s hand shot out, gripping your waist and pulling you back into the car with a forceful protectiveness.

“No,” he said, his voice firm yet low.